Being a grown up is so excellent. If you want to eat tacos everyday, you can. Because you’re a grown up. Pancake Land and I are currently on day three of taco binging since returning from the wilderness, i.e. places without tacos, and it is still not getting old. I think I could probably eat tacos for another week before seriously considering eating something else. As far as new developments here on Holliday Island not much else is new. Well, maybe one thing. Grass, our newest parakeet, has started screaming at the alarm clock. At six in the morning. And he will continue to make a ruckus all day until bedtime. Needless to say, Pancake Land does not take kindly to this. She has started “freeing the birds” into the “bird sanctuary” everyday until I get home from work. This just means that when I leave for work in the morning, she gets up and puts the bird cage, with Mortimer Ichabod and Grass in it, into the laundry room and goes back to bed and the birds remain there until I return home in the afternoon and put them back in the bedroom. Currently Mortimer Ichabod is sitting on his new perch yawning and pooping into the trash can lid and I am daydreaming about tacos. Grass still will not come to me, so until he does, he stays in the cage while M.I. gets to come out and play. Anywho, not much more new stuff happening so far this week. I’ll let you know when it does. Until next time…shuddup. ~SC